The Oregon Trail Diary Entry

Dear Diary, I never would have thought I would write those words. My family isn't poor in the common sense, we could afford almost everything we absolutely needed, but we wanted to save up as much as possible instead of getting small little pleasures every once in awhile. The only reason my family and I have these journals is to write about the Oregon Trail and all of our adventures, which means we need to bring some pencils. It’s a little tacky, I’ve heard everyone is bringing at least one, and we need all the space we can get since we are bringing all of our farming tools and some animal supplies. Or my husband’s that is, my sons are too young to farm, with the oldest being four. My husband Sam got one for little John, even though he's only three. I'm still teaching John his letters, he always has trouble with his d’s and b’s. I guess it would be good practice to write in it. Sam doesn't like that, I just tell him he's a little slow, but he wants his sons to be perfect. He has big plans for them, …show more content…
I walked into the wooden building, or rather was pushed in from the crowd. I tried looking for Walter but it was hard to see with the swarm of people, so I started looking for the items we needed. I found some extra candlesticks that would come in handy, as well as some buckets. I had Sam figure out how much food to bring, he was always better at math than me as I tried to find some animals to buy. I eventually found out they were outside at the back of the store. I got the necessities for the animals and an extra saddle to replace that old one Silver had. Only after I had bought everything I realized we needed another two oxen. I could afford one, and a little more than half of the other, but that shopkeeper wouldn't budge on the price. I offered my goat, Spots, to him and he accepted, so I made my way back to our wagon with two more oxen, and one less